Grandma ma, Grandma ma, “Can I have a cookie?” Grandma ma, Grandma ma, “Why is the sky blue?” Grandma ma, Grandma ma, “I stubbed my toe!”
Angel babies running round, smiling, laughing to the ground. Pools of life in their yes, innocence in them is no surprise. I wipe a way a tear stained cheek, picking him up and placing him on his feet. Hugging him as I do, not wanting to let go his whole life through.
I swell with pride as I see, the amazement in front of me. Four wee babes in the woods, growing fast and growing good.
Time is short now and I must make haste, to love them daily and never to waste, each moment of time, each second of delight, I will always carry with me, into the light.
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